The notes of a deadly love [ Page 2 ]
There, out of this voluptuous drape of pure darkness, at the bottom of a crooked stairs, which was so long that we could not even see the end , came out, the one whom we know under the name Claude Frollo. . . Climbing up the stairs he wonders if in his all life he has ever witnessed someone who called him by his first name? Not even his family ever dares to call him in such a way...and does that really matter? Now that he is here, between the walls of the Sainte Notre Dame, as the mighty judge whom take some of his precious time to visit his proteger? No, of course not.
What did matter, however, is to ensure that Quasimodo didn't have the stupid idea to think that going out to witness the Feast of Fools was a good idea. And oh, how much the insistence of the hunchback contributes to make the day of this unholy feast the one he hates the most. Feast where he could witness, those cursed gypsies, dancing and laughing under his nose. Without the possibility for him to do anything about it. Just to picture this, it almost makes him sick.
Nevertheless, buried into his thought, he didn't even realise he was already at the top of the wooden stairs. This crooked and rotten wooden stairs whom lead to the top of the bell tower. There, he could witness the hunchback looking at this little wooden statue of his own making. Like he expected this one to talk to him. Like his "friends" made of stone, perhaps, friends that the judge even thought to chained up to make sure they wouldn't budge from their places. But he even wonders if it would really prevent anything , to do such a thing. As he came closer, Quasimodo finally noticed the presence of the one he called master. Bowing down a little, almost feeling the heavy presence of the judge pressing on his hunched back
Quasimodo : "good morning master "
He mutters avoiding any eye contact by pure respect of the stature of the man who was in front of him
Frollo : "dear boy, what were you doing ?"
He asks while putting gently, his wicker basket on the old wooden table while keeping his eyes on the deformed bell ringer
The hunchback, in front of the question of his master, dares to straighten to look into his glowing, reddish, eyes before giving an answer. Standing up from his chair as he speaks.
Quasimodo " Nothing, sir...nothing, I was just thinking of something...that's all"
He said while realising he has forgot to prepare the table for their weekly lunch. Taken aback Quasimodo walking as rapidly as he could, to retrieve what he needed to set the table. Not forgetting of course that his master never needed more than his stylish metal glass for eating with him. Glass which he always filled with the liquid contained in his glass bottle of his. He always brings this strange bottle of wine with him... And he most of the time keeps it when he leaves. But before he could even bring anything, to the table, or even finish his thinking, Quasimodo was brought back to reality by his master, whom ask him something that almost make him shiver.
Frollo " Might I ask, what were you thinking about "
Quasimodo swallow a little of his saliva, before answering as calmly as he could. Because he knew that his master hates when he worried about him, as much as he hates the feast of fools... Which Quasimodo was really looking to go this time... He was 20 after all... he wasn't a child anymore. And this season, he even prepared his own disguise, what possibly could prevent him to go this time?
Quasimodo " oh nothing really..."
As an answer Frollo folded his arms across his chest, in an annoying manner. Oh of course he knew Quasimodo had just lied. And he hated such a dishonesty, especially from him.
In answer Quasimodo sigh, and what did follow was what should have been expected whenever he ever tried to convince his master to let him out of his tower.
Quasimodo " I...was just wondering if I could.... "
But before he could finish his sentence, he already got an answer from the judge. And answer which look more like a sigh.
Frollo " - if you could go to this unholy feast this year.."
The hunchback determined, smile and said in a joyful and hopeful tone, while coming back toward his master.
Quasimodo " yes, master I know you already said it, but this year I -"
Frollo "Quasimodo for the last time , I've said no"
But determined, Quasimodo tried to explain to his master. He tried to defend his cause, but every time the judge tried to pull him to a stop, calling his name, every time getting a little more annoyed by doing so.
At the point that in his anger, the judge turns around to see the young bell ringer whom was sitting on a "chair" looking at him. And he knocks down his fists on the wooden table. He yelled and almost growled in his anger.
The table shakes heavily under the fists of the judge, as the hunchback falls from its chair, under the yelling from his master. He looks upon him, looking at his angry face, and his red eyes looking at him like a beast would look upon his prey.... terrified.
The time almost seem froze for a moment, as the judge realises his action, might have been a little too harsh. That assumption was confirmed by the look of pure fright the hunchback got upon him.
The Judge, recoponsing himself, cough a little of embarrassment in the realisation of his action. He gestured to Quasimodo to sit back into his chair, which he did after a little moment, looking toward him with fright.
Frollo : "it might be time Quasimodo , that I open your inocent eyes to the corrupted atrocities the people of paris will think of you"
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